Short Story | Fiction | Fantasy
Hear No Evil: Part One
Well, I lost yet another short story competition. It’s all good though, because I think this story is actually really good and I’m proud of myself. This is part one. I hope you enjoy.
The village, during this time of year, was dark well before the light of day escaped the world. The orange fire that danced through the clouds had always been a spectacle to the villagers, who lived their lives by the sweat of their brow. To them, the riches of the kingdom had fallen short of their doorstep. An illiterate bunch, the closest thing they had to poetry was the dying light of dusk that gave birth to the explosive orange above them.
The children had been busy playing with sticks. They pretended to be knights and warriors, like their father’s had been in wars well far from their memory. An odd hankering of violence buried deep within the boys of the village, who had only known death through hunting and war. Though violence to them had become a necessity only in the way that death was needed to pay for life.
Under one of these beautiful skies was a game of capture the princess. The boys had been busy slashing sticks against each other on the frontlines of the fake war. Through the yelling and thrashing they failed to hear the dazzle of a melody trailing from the deep in the forest…
